TheSilent Loudness

Anxiety - Poem by TheSilent Loudness

I'm sweating through the freezing cold and the thing I am best at is crying over getting old
I feel I've wasted many an opportunity in this world, and when I most needed to see I've a self-given blindfold
Anxious feelings keep me from longed for sleep, yet I have not a single tear to bleed tonight
The time is nearing crack of dawn and the morning brings what I know to be horror
I do not want to awake in this place
I do not want to awake with this face
I wish, I beg to flee this hell
I wish only to escape myself

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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